NOSTALGIA
Let me sentimentally regurgitate the trash ideas out of my rusty mind once again.
Life is seemingly void and dull
without someone to whom I belong.
When nostalgia strikes me,
I am as weak as a feather having no direction,
floating wherever the wind blows,
and so my life has no direction.
Oh sweetheart I am counting the days without you.
without someone to whom I belong.
When nostalgia strikes me,
I am as weak as a feather having no direction,
floating wherever the wind blows,
and so my life has no direction.
Oh sweetheart I am counting the days without you.
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